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The people gather together
prepared for the day.
Joining in the steps
of the ancestors.
The smudging begins....
the smell of cleansing.
"O aksino o-o" the singer
cries,
calling the dancers to dance.
The drum starts the rhythm.
The heartbeat of Mother
Earth
rolls off the hills.
The men do their calls,
The women their trills.
What a beautiful sound.
The shawls catching the sun.
The bells on leg rattles
keeping the beat,
The heartbeat of Mother.
The feathers on regalia
doing a dance of their own.
In the modern world
of pollution and asphalt
scabs,
we still keep a corner.
The corner of the Sacred.
The spirit is with us.
The spirit of Father Sky
And Mother Earth.
Reaching together
To form a perfect union.
The union of the Sacred.
Copyright © Tammi Spirit Bird
1999
Music is "Sacred Ground" by Elan Michaels |
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